The Nightengale Book Novels & Stories

Hours later, a huge stack of books were brought over by the maid. “Is this everything you could find?” I asked “ Yes beta archer, that’s the entire history of the pack the nightingale had been at war with .” she replied me “ Alright, you're free to go back”. I told the maid to excuse herself from the room, to give me the privacy of searching for allies.

The edges of her vision began to fray, dissolving into a thick, unstoppable black mist as the sheer exhaustion of the night finally caught up to her. As her head rolled back against the leather headrest and darkness completely swallowed her consciousness, the last thing she heard was the frantic, deeply worried vibration of his voice echoing through the quiet cabin. "Just hold on, Seven... please, just hold on!"

The Night-Blooming Garden was the most beautiful and popular place in the Cloud City. More than a garden, it would be more appropriate to describe it as a forest, but as it was located in the heart of the city and a long road crossed it, many would go there, especially at night, when the most beautiful flowers would open with the beginning of each season.

Nightingale? After hearing the words, Tony's eyes flashed, and his eyes crossed with a trace of eagerness. He is also a big fan of Nightingale! But how could Nightingale, a mysterious and elegant music genius, help Kim such a shallow woman? He didn't believe that Kim could invite a nightingale!

I'm alone with more knowledge than I ever dreamed of having and for the first time since arriving at Nightfall Keep, I can breathe. I spend hours exploring, running my fingers along leather spines and pulling down volumes at random. There are histories of the Lycan territories, texts on magic theory, and bestiaries describing creatures I didn't know existed. On the second floor, tucked in a corner behind several other books, I find something that makes me freeze. A small leather-bound volume with no title on the spine, but when I pull it out, the cover reads in silver ink: "The Celestial Wolves: Last of the Moon Goddess's Children."

I want to remind him, but Granny already left the center of the circle, and she takes me back to the outskirts with her. “I guess I stepped in too fast, too,” Granny smirks at me, “The kid sees far.” Sees far? Of what? “The thing about Nightingale,” The stranger suddenly turns to Lilith, explaining with a warm smile as if taking a student to class, “they design the initials of their customized pieces if they only make one of them, and they leave that in random places.” Lilith blinks for a second before she gasps in shock and then looks down at her dress. She doesn’t see but when she turns the short collar inside out, I see “D.V” embroidered on it.

It was time to be who she was meant to be -- Dove Nightingale. Yes, she was a Nightingale from the Nightingales bloodline that protected the a principal bookshop back to Skye Elysium when the veil was open. She was bloody someone for goodness sake! That was right! Her family was entrusted to be the guardians of one of the principal entry points in Skye Elysium. Her family magic could open up the gateway if needed for Librarians, Readers, and other important members of the Elysiums to come back before the veil was open again. Shale Abbey was the only other principal entry point for the Skye Elysium and nobody but Vampire Royalty and their elite guards knew that true location within the elysiu

I would be good for now and then try to get away again. As he unhooked the last chain I fell forward into him. His solid arms caught me before I hit the floor but I quickly pulled away from him. I noticed the hint of a new tattoo on his arm and just shook my head in annoyance. I heard him laugh as I stomped up the stairs and to my room. The man was absolutely impossible to even like a little. I took a hot shower and then climbed into my bed. I would get away from Damion Night if it was the last thing I did.

He stood on the balcony in the cold wind all night. When he returned to the bedroom, he found that my mother had jumped out of the window. That night, it poured. The rain washed away the blood from my mother's corpse. Cade rushed over and held me tight, letting me punch him repeatedly. He kept saying, "It's okay, it's okay…" But he chose Summer as his new fling. As Mrs. Finley, what dignity do I have left? That night, Cade did not come home. The trending topic I arranged was buried deep by him.

He caressed her cheeks slowly like she would disappear if he applied pressure. He slowly moved his fingers to her lips. Her lips were pressed together in a thin line. He traced her lips with his fingers. He wanted to devour her lips but stopped himself from doing that. He wanted her wide and awake when he tongue-fucked her. “Good night, bambolotta,” he said and leaned down and placed a lingering kiss on her forehead. He turned around and exited the room, closing the door behind him. Her eyes fluttered open and the next thing she did was sneeze.